It was some moments before the man received his answer. Hazel was troubled. She was almost horrified.
"Yes," she said at last, with an effort. "They're just prairie men." Then she smiled, but her smile was a further effort. "They're pretty tough boys to look at, but I'd say they're all right. Maybe you're not used to the prairie?"
The millionaire smiled.
"I've seen it out of a train window," he said.
"Through glass," said Hazel. "It makes a difference, doesn't it? It's the same with everything. You've got to get into contact to—to understand."
"But there hasn't always been glass between me and—things."
Hazel's smile was spontaneous now as she nodded her appreciation.
"I'm sure," she said. "You see, you're a millionaire."
Carbhoy smiled back at her.
"Just so." This girl was slowly filling him with amazement.